A hundred years ago, so
it's been said, Nazi Germany's foundations were laid in Russia where some bad
Czarists... abetted by other Continentals, some Englishmen and (maybe) Americans,
too… drafted and circulated a manifesto allegedly authored by the nascent
Zionist movement over there, the infamous "Protocols of the Elders of
Zion".

These Protocols were
fake news before the term was coined - but one line from the forgery sticks in my
memory... that double-fanged means of control exerted by a conspiratorial elite
against trusting civilians since the Roman Empire and, probably, long before...
loosely translated as force and make-believe.

Force we have always
with us (otherwise America would belong to the Commies today, or the Nazis, or
the Brits or Indians); as for "make believe", these few
considerations upon how a use of language, symbolism and spectacle converge… in
a post-achievement economy of entitlements, after work disappears… become
significant. Don't help, either, that some in the overclass
are just plain dumb - like them as survived the Hardee's/KFC merger and thereupon made the decision to merge their spokesicons, too; Dr. Angus and Colonel Sanders. Coulda settled upon Dr. Sanders, but they didn't, and... thereby... created, for themselves, awhile, a problem. Doesn’t help that they’re still
running through broke Saturday Night Live retreads and transgender country singers
either.

Now when the word "problem"
(as relates to missing children and terror; also hunger, crime, mosquitoes,
marketing malfunctions and the such) loses its juice, we begin bein’ told everything under the sun is “at risk”,
then seeing "outbreaks of epidemics," as noted Eric Zorn of
the Chicago Tribune. A medical term was widened to encompass cocaine use, date
rape, dropouts, media violence, global warming, anything bad... in fact... agin' which somebody "thinks the public ought to pay
more attention," the operative word, of course, being “pay”.

Overuse of "epidemic"
vernacular as led to "...misunderstandings, unsubstantiated fears and,
eventually," warned Ward Cates of the CDC, "a lack of attention"
generated an upgrade of media alarm to the more prosaic and even less
discriminating "pandemics" of gun violence, head lice and
teenage obesity.

"Changing and controlling
language is one of the ways marginalized people change and control the way they
are seen by the mainstream," admits columnist Leonard Pitts, who, after a
long career of having dealt full hands of race cards, was prairie-fired off'n his job over having written "AIDS victim" instead
of "person with AIDS". "People of good will (emphasis
added to differentiate from Ms. Johnson's better community) ought
to empathize."

The liberals’ buzzword
of the hour, next to “microaggression” of course, is
“cultural Marxism” which is, I suppose, a sort of Communism as perpetuates and
aggravates class inequality, but gives the New-New Leftists something to celebrate
during their impotent denouncings of every aspect of
political incorrectness from twitchy college Deans to Paula Deen
to them duck-hunting fellows on the cable. It’s a win-win situation… the CMs (who long ago
made peace with the economic inconsistencies of securing niche jobs for themselves
in universities, foundations and community organizations as were financed on
the wills of robber barons like Guggenheims, Fords and Rockefellers on an
unspoken promise that they could shout and screech all they wished, so long as
they never did anything) get the
illusion of potency and importancy whenever they can
shoot down some snarky college journalist or a supermodel accused of fat-shaming
by example, while the “conservative” economic fatcats
get a free pass to continue dipping into the pockets of the public, and the government, by advancing their policies
of crony capitalism.

Used to think conservatives
were them as paid their bills on time, fightin' for
industry and agin' liberals who, George Gilder alleges,
hate competition, as "wastes resources in an entropic world." No
argument there… no less an un-cultural un-Marxist than Karl’s ghostwriter
Friedrich Engels hailed the American imperative towards monopoly as the
penultimate step before dictatorship of the proletariat. Then the Bush Supremes upheld the renomenclature of campaign bribery as “free speech” in
Citizens United and that claim by Amway that a major GOP donor owned the
trademark to "freedom fuel" as a gasoline additive.

Remember: when a patriot
or lawyer, now, uses the xenomenclature to bellow: "Freedom
is not free!", it's your freedom, not his, in the crosshairs. Not without payment of
royalties to Daniel Ortega, being as them t-shirts are now manufactured in his Nicaragua!

Mona Charen blames "counterculture types who opposed the war
in Vietnam" for the sorry state of NASA today. Warn'tpilferin' pennies on rubber o-rings and heat-shield tiles
as fall off when hit by wads of foam as retarded Mars Explorations and
kept us off Jupiter... where Stanley Kubrick and Art C. Clarke predicted we'd
have been to and back already... but shadowy traitors and red Depends geezers
as "instructed us that pride was a sin, especially in a nation that could
conduct such a war." Suck on that, Dante Aligheri!
Also, youse various
French intellectuals and the Strawberry Alarm Clock...

And dumb bottom-feeders,
like myself, thinking, all along, the latest budget problems resulted from
Congress repealin' those old Star Wars treaties to
deploy Sith missiles against those damn Somalis...
well, they actually didn't repeal 'em so
much as, in the words of Honorable Maureen Kittridge,
borrowed from Hollywood,
put 'em on hiatus.

Patriots, running in
place like rats on wheels, must dredge up new lingo to replace old euphemisms like
"ethnic cleansing", as lose their euphemisticity
over time the way gay marriage dropped off the radar following that bureaucrat in
Kentucky as got put in her place (but at least got to meet the Pope)… replaced
by Mexican gardeners and hooker-overpaying Governors, stage right as opposed to
dirty old Senators in airport restrooms, stage left... then by missing birth
certificates and now, it seems, by a buncha e-mails
from the former Democratic nominee-designate, none of which appear to imply a
threesome with Bill and the dead guy in Benghazi or Anthony Weiner and his
wife, or Yoko Ono and nnumerable foundation donors as
populate the Panama Papers. "We are
being asked to be patriots and to obey," the former Presidential candidate
and Governor Pete duPont rationalized certain
provisions of the Patriot Act, as were supposed to sunset but, of course,
didn't. Exercising his privilege of all cunning linguistics, "Pete" had
dropped his birth name, "Pierre" like a hot crepe, as soon as all
things French became, and until that disco shooting, remained tantamount to
treason... French nationalists inveighing against American slang and passing reataliatory laws dictating that there would be no more hot
dogs; they'll heretoafter be called "chienschaud" under
penalty of law.

HotdoggingEntropians, with their hand-dandy chadly-handling
spin-doctors, have so lowered the bar that, say Stephen Ansolabehere
and ShantoIyengar in the book
"Going Negative", a "demoralized electorate" comes to expect
incompetence, scapegoating and corruption and, maybe, even desire
it as psychologically comforting. Thus, all them 2000 subliminals
flashing the word "DEMOCRATS" shrunk down to "RATS" (as Joe
Lieberman called "strange and disappointing") escalated into 2004's Swift-boaters
as simultaneously blasted Pickle John Kerry as a coward and psychotic murderer,
then those endless nutcase preacher soundbites, mental hospital shadows and
Obama/O.J. morphing after oh-eight as caused the best Republican President
since Bill Clinton to spend most of his second term hiding in some closet with
insurance men. These aren’t lies,
remember, they’re alt-facts. And then
we’re supposed to feign outrage over the Russians buying and running right-wing
negative advertising on the social media sites?

(Or is it the Russians?According to Mike Pence, it’s the Chinese as have the hate on for
President Trump and his Moscophiliac golden showers
leading to the inescapable conclusion that the real puppetmasters
of American elections are… for the Democrats… Mister Mao’s disinterred legions
versus… on the Republican side… Mad Vlad
and his nest of red sparrows.)

"Only way to
hit a triple," shrugged California Democratic campaign consultant Richie
Ross, after implicating his man's rival in the molestation murder of little
Polly Klass, "is to get close to the foul
line."

Once "cognitariat" (say those Z-stringin'
Tofflers, a few of them maybe even “woke”) displace "proletariats",
some of us'll enjoy a wonderful future of more cans than
a pay-per-pound recycling outfit hard by Skid Row... we can clean
up pollution, can educate the world's billions digitally, can
even provide meaningful work for all. But they, too, finally admit the likelihood
of force - when make-believe collapses of its own ponderousness and Americans,
weary of their politicians, media and squawking lobbies, opt for Oswald
Spengler's "noble aimlessness" under military rule.

But is it our
destiny to play Mussolini’s Italy as junior partner to the Cossacks or
Celestials?

After thumbing through
"Going Negative", I lost faith in public campaign financing for the
big parties, Tweedle n' Dumbo. Preserving a national
dialogue, let alone the nation, won't be accomplished by maintaining sick
elephants and crippled (or should I say “mobility challenged”) donkeys on life
support... it's time to take up the pillows and smother the both daid!

After leaving the Reagan
cabinet, JimmyWatt... as sold off public lands to
mining and ranching and timber people because Armageddon was nigh... used to make
a high living giving speeches to God’s faithful D-Twenty and M-thirteeners at five grand a night because of the riots and protest
that publicized his appearances. So, one night in Michigan, the professional
protesters decided not to co-operate. Without all the free publicity, only ten
people bought tickets for the event, and it was duly cancelled. Jimmitty, as others, had finally heard the sounds of
silence... one hand clapping in a forest where nobody listens and
no trees fall because they've already been cut down; rendered into
Lincoln logs for kids to play with, erecting their little forts and walls for
plastic cowboys, Indians, Mexicans and evangelicals to scale, being in the reconciling
of force and make-believe.

And then all them Lincoln logs get replaced by smelly plastic as
discourages splinters and their hot-doggin' Lincoln
Lawyers, steps taken in the interests of the children!

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